The Anachronistic Lover

Author of words unknown
To the tune of "The Frozen Logger" by James Stevens


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As I sat down one evening,
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'Twas in a wayside inn;
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A forty-year-old barmaid came,
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And whispered by my chin.
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"I see that you're an Anachronist,
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And not just some modern jerk;
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For no one but an Anachronist
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Stirs coffee with a dirk.


"I once loved an Anachronist,
There's none like him today.
He kissed me in a haystack once
And burned up all the hay.
He never shaved a whisker,
From off his horny hide;
He'd just drive them in with a war-mace
And then bite them off inside.

"He vowed to me one evening
No maidens were my peers;
He went off to prove his point,
And he's been gone ten years.
And so I lost my lover,
And in this inn I work,
And sit and wait for someone
To stir coffee with a dirk."


Music copyright (c) 1951 by James Stevens